Writer's Block (WIP, SNIPPET)

Part of Chapter One

Dedicated to @thnksfrprttydd because she inspired me to actually go through with this tbh.

DISCLAIMER: All rights reserved to ElanaDoesStories. This is a work of fiction. All persons, places, or events in this text are fictional. Any resemblence to someone living or dead is coincidental. So, yeah. Don't steal this either or I'll be mad because I actually worked really hard on this.

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 My groggy eyes opened at eight o'clock in the morning for no particular reason. My normal routine involved staying in bed until a much later hour, but today, the rumbles coming from my stomach were begging me to get out of bed early, just this once. Grabbing my phone from its charging dock, I led myself to the kitchen of my apartment, down the hall from my bedroom.

The apartment I lived in was a two family house, myself living on the lower floor while an elderly couple lived on top. When I had first decided to move in, I offered to switch apartments with my neighbors for their convenience, since they would need to walk two flights of stairs just to enter their humble abode, but they refused. I didn't mind much, as the lower apartment came with a backyard and porch area, which was honestly one of the factors that caused me to fall in love with this home.

I wasn't able to picture myself raising a family in this house, though that wasn't much of a problem considering I didn't have a romantic or sexual partner in any way, shape, or form. It was, however, the perfect place for someone fresh out of college and with a low end job like mine. There were three rooms that were listed as bedrooms, though only two were set up as such. My bedroom, which had an on-suite half bathroom, was filled with neutral colors accented with plenty of paintings I had created myself. They weren't great, but I enjoyed pursuing my dream of being an artist, even if I didn't make any money off of what I created. To be completely honest, I was just glad I didn't have to pay for paintings or more furniture to fill up the empty walls. It wasn't like I could take the novels I wrote for work and plaster them on the wall. Well, technically, I could, but it wouldn't look as nice as my paintings.

The guest bedroom was similar to my own, though much less personalized, as well as a much smaller room in general. The eggshell colored comforter of the bed matched the eggshell of the walls. All that was in the room was the bed and a dresser, as well as a closet that I used to keep some of my things in.

In between the two bedrooms was my office. This was by far my favorite room of the house. It, unlike the bedrooms, had darker walls, though still light in color. Rather than eggshell white, the walls were covered in a smokey beige paint. My favorite piece of furniture lay across from the back window of the room; my desk. Its dark wood complemented the silver of my Mac that lay on top of it. They went together, in the oddest way possible. The Mac brought the bit of light to the room that was not achieved with the beige couch and dark rugs closer to the door. The dark aura soothed me when I worked. Somehow, despite the evil that is usually situated with dark colors, I found comfort in writing my novels and short stories in this room. The darkness gave me ideas and kept them flowing.

Across from the office was the dining area, which I had decided to open up to create a more open kitchen area and a smaller dining room. I didn't really need a big dining room since I was by myself. There wasn't much to this room, other than it being an industrial-styled kitchen with an island that I adored. Next to that was the living room, which was standard. All it was, truthfully, was a few couches and a TV that had way too many game consoles connected to it. There had been a coffee table there until I had gotten too drunk one night and hit my head on it while watching a football game with my friends. I didn't even like football. I only used it for a drinking game that my friends and I had created, where we drank every time someone scored a point. I didn't even know who was playing, but that team must have been having a fantastic game. Needless to say, that coffee table was thrown out the door that night because I blamed that poor piece of furniture for hitting me in the head.

I grabbed a banana from my basket of fruit beside my refrigerator and walked to my office, where I ate it as I turned on my Mac. As I continued to eat the delicious yellow mush in my hands and waited for the computer to load the log in screen, I clicked the middle button on my cell phone to see if I had any messages. I was greeted by a blindingly bright light that screamed “8:13” in large white blocks on top of my favorite picture of my best friend, Aaniya, who happened to be the main reason I moved into the house in the first place.

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That's all for now, folks. I hope you enjoyed! Tell me what you think so far in the comments below! Have a wonderful day, or night, or whatever it is wherever you are!

-Elana